: Remy and
Logan are a mixture of the movie and comic versions, since we couldn’t imagine
the Cajun without his accent or eyes, but we got used to Hugh Jackman’s height
and decided to keep it—it makes it so much easier for Logan to kiss Remy
without having to look for a stepladder. ;)

Wherever the Road Takes Him

By Orithain and Rina

December 2009

Disclaimers

: We really wish they were ours, but
the guys and the entire universe belong to Marvel Comics and Twentieth Century
Fox. No infringement is intended.

Mile after mile of dull grey asphalt unspooled beneath
the wheels of the bike, the painted lines faded to near invisibility in places,
but visible or not, they still regulated the flow of traffic, much the way Logan’s
past did even though he remembered nothing more than a few scattered images. His
memory began in the midst of what looked a battleground, with a man who claimed
to know him but who was completely unfamiliar to Logan.

Logan. That was the name that the other man had called
him, the same name that appeared on the dog tags around his neck, but it rang no
chords within him. Two years had passed since the day he awoke with the past a
blank slate, and Logan had traveled almost constantly, seeking something,
anything that would spark a memory.

Instead, he found himself growing increasingly
withdrawn as time passed, eventually returning to North America and picking up
the bike he now rode when he happened to see an advertisement as he passed
through a town somewhere in the Midwest. He’d been planning to continue to the
west coast, but he found himself veering south until he arrived in New Orleans.

Logan had never visited the city before, at least not
that he remembered, but something about it called to him, and he relaxed
slightly as he turned onto Bourbon Street and pulled up outside a bar. He
hesitated for a moment before shrugging and parking the bike. Heading inside, he
settled on a stool at the bar and ordered a whiskey.

Several hours and several more drinks later, a figure
dropped onto the stool next to him. "You plannin’ on tryin’ to take me
outta here like you did de las’ time?" a voice thick with the flavor of
the bayou asked.

Logan looked up, eyebrows rising in enquiry.
"Since I don’t remember that, probably not." He nodded to the
bartender to bring them both drinks. "I never did catch your name."

"Aww, now you gone and hurt my feelin’s,"
the other man chuckled before signaling for a drink of his own. "Not
rememberin’ what we shared together."

Logan blinked in surprise before giving the lean man a
speculative look, brown eyes taking him in from head to toe. "I don’t
remember my own name, so don’t take it too hard. But if it makes you feel
better, I do remember you being there when I woke up."

The other man chuckled at that and inclined his glass
in a toast. "Remy LeBeau, mon ami, and I’m inclined to be likin’ this
meetin’ more than our last."

"Considering that all I remember of our last is a
battlefield of some kind and a dead woman, it’s got nowhere to go but
up," Logan replied wryly, returning the salute. He suddenly paused, the
glass halfway to his lips, and frowned. "Cards. Something about you and
cards?"

"Dat right," Remy nodded, "Remy do like
de cards." He chuckled and downed his drink, then called for another for
both of them. "Looks like you remember de best parts."

"Gumbo, if cards are your best parts, you need to
work on yourself," Logan replied dryly, though with a spark of humor in his
dark eyes.

"I meant de best parts of when we met before—dat
you saw anyway," Remy chuckled.

The younger man nodded at that as his lips quirked in
a sensual smile. "Well den, here’s to bein’ picky." He toasted
Logan again with his glass before draining his drink.

"I’ll drink to that," Logan said, toasting
Remy with the glass before tossing back his drink, enjoying the burn of the
whiskey sliding down his throat. "And to people worth picking," he
added, signaling the bartender to bring them another round.

"Promises, promises," Remy called back
before sliding into the car, lowering the top before revving the engine and
peeling off into the neon-lit night.

Laughing, Logan took off after him, weaving through
traffic with expert ease as he kept the Cajun in his sights, the drive taking
him out of the city and into the swamps, until he finally pulled up in front of
what looked like a ramshackle old house on the edge of the bayou.

"Home sweet home," Remy commented as he got
out of the car and stretched.

"It keeps the rain off, what more do you
need?" Logan paced toward him, an almost feral look in the brown eyes as he
stalked his prey.

"I’m t’inking right now a bed might be good—"
Remy paused, taking in the other man’s expression and attitude. "Or mebbe
de wall."

"Depends whether you still want to have a wall
standing when we’re done."

"Now you startin’ to worry Remy..."

"I promise you’ll enjoy every second. And you
can even decide who takes who first."

"Oh, I plan on enjoyin’ it; I jes’ was
wonderin’ how my poor house would survive."

Logan grinned as he moved closer, crowding Remy
against the door. "I can always build you another one."

"You sayin’ you a carpenter?" Remy
scoffed.

"How hard can it be?" Logan replied with a
shrug. "Or we could just get to the bed."

Remy chuckled and reached behind him for the doorknob,
fitting the key into the lock without looking away from Logan’s face. "Dat
be soundin’ better an’ better," he murmured, pushing the door open and
walking backwards into a house that bore no resemblance to the outside.

Logan looked around in surprise, actually distracted
from Remy for a moment. "Nice place."

"And dat’s why I’d rather keep it in once
piece."

"Then I suppose you’d better take charge,"
Logan challenged, smirking again, Remy’s right eyebrow going up in response
before he hooked a finger through one of the belt loops in Logan’s jeans.

"All right den, jes’ come wit’ me and Remy
will show you de highlights."

"Oh, I’m up for the whole show, Gumbo. I don’t
want to miss a thing."

"You keep wit’ de callin’ me Gumbo an’ all
you goan’ be seein’ is the backside o’ my boot."

"But it fits you, Cajun and spicy and
delicious... though I can’t speak from personal experience on that last
yet."

"So you an expert in spicy Cajun food now?"
As he spoke, Remy’s free hand was working on the button and zipper at the fly
of Logan’s jeans.

"I think I already have my spicy Cajun
dish," Logan said, his eyes on Remy’s hand and his own hands reaching for
the other man.

"Glad to hear ya t’ink so." Remy backed
down a hallway and into a bedroom that looked like something out of a sultan’s
harem.

Logan looked around, his eyebrows rising. "You
gonna do the dance of the veils for me?"

"Fo’ a man who don’ remember nut’in’, you
sure seem to know a lot," Remy chuckled, extracting his hand from Logan’s
jeans and starting to strip out of his shirt.

"I know most general stuff; it’s just my own
life that seems to be missing." Logan watched Remy with clear appreciation.

"Dat sho’ enough sucks." The shirt hit the
floor, and Remy kicked out of his boots and started on his pants. "An’
any time you feel like it, you can join in."

"I’ve been enjoying the show," Logan told
him even as he pulled his shirts off over his head and then bent down to undo
and step out of his boots. Wearing only his unfastened jeans, he paused to
admire the sight of the bare Cajun, his nostrils flaring as he caught the scent
of aroused male.

"I meant..." Remy stepped forward and swept
a hand across Logan’s chest, his fingers brushing over one flat nipple and
causing it to pucker. "Join in."

"Oh, you mean like this?" Logan pulled the
taller man into a devouring kiss while his hands ran over the lean back and taut
ass, drawing him closer.

Whatever Remy’s reply might have been, it was lost
against the pressure of the lips on his, and he shoved at Logan’s jeans,
wanting the other man bare as well. Logan was clearly in agreement with that
plan, squirming against Remy as they fought his jeans off until naked flesh
pressed against naked flesh. With a lithe move that was half martial arts and
half street fighting, Remy twisted them both, sending them falling onto the
gauze-draped bed and ending up with himself on top of Logan, grinding down on
him.

"Hrmm, not bad at all," he chuckled.

"You ain’t seen nuthin’ yet," Logan
informed him with a grin. "But feel free to help yourself," he
invited, his own hands making free with Remy as he explored, finding all the
spots that made the younger man squirm with pleasure.

"Oh, Remy plan to." Dark auburn hair fell
forward over Remy’s face as he dipped his head, licking and biting his way
over Logan’s jaw line and back to his ear where he sucked on the tender lobe.

Logan groaned his approval and arched under the other
man, lifting him off the bed before Logan’s hips settled back. His hands
continued their survey of Remy’s body, fingertips lightly stroking between his
cheeks.

"So," Remy breathed against his ear,
"what you want? You even know?"

"You," Logan replied, shifting under him.
"However you want."

"Jes’ like dis, you all splayed out on yo’
back, lookin’ like you starvin’ fo’ me." As he spoke, Remy pushed up
to his knees and stared down at the other man as he pulled open the drawer of
the nightstand and pulled out a tube of lube.

"Jesus," Logan breathed, his cock twitching.
"Yes. Now."

"Mmm, I like a needy man, ‘specially one who
knows what he wants." A slick finger pushed into Logan’s ass, pressing
past the tight ring of muscle, then deeper.

"And I like one who knows what he’s
doing," Logan groaned, his ass clenching around the finger as he spread his
legs wider.

"In dat case you goin’ to be ecstatic wit’
Remy," the younger man promised, crooking the finger in Logan’s ass and
running his free hand over his chest, letting the wiry chest hair curl around
his fingers.

"Lookin’ good so far," Logan rasped. One
hand slid up to curl around Remy’s neck and drew him down into a kiss while
the other stroked over Remy’s hip until he reached the hard shaft and lightly
trailed one fingertip over the length of it.

Remy gave a throaty groan and added a second finger,
feeling the drag of Logan’s flesh around his digits while he arched into Logan’s
touch, enjoying the sensation of the rasp of calluses along his sensitive flesh.
"You bring out dose claws righ’ now and dis no’ goan’ end well,"
he growled, his accent deepening, making the words almost unintelligible.

Logan chuckled throatily. "Now do you really
think I’d break my shiny new toy? I like you in one piece... Gumbo."

"Batard," Remy grumbled without heat.
"Gonna toy wit’ you all nigh’."

Eyebrows rising, Logan grinned up at him, meeting the
red-on-black eyes with amusement. "Is that supposed to make me wanna
stop?"

"You wanna go all nigh’ wit’out comin’?"

"NO!"

"Den watch yo’ mout’, hmm?"

"Rather watch yours, but you can watch mine...
while I do this." Logan reached down and drew Remy’s hand away from his
ass, not without a soft moan at the loss, and then grasped the Cajun’s hips
and drew him upward from his position astride Logan’s waist until he could
close his lips around the hard cock.

Muscular thighs clenched down against Logan’s ribs,
and Remy moaned, thrusting forward, his cock easily sliding down the other man’s
throat. "Mon Dieu, yo’ mout’ is made fo’ dat," he gasped.

Logan chuckled, the vibrations tightening his throat
around the shaft, earning another groan and a sharp thrust as Remy began to move
in earnest. Logan stilled him with a hand on his hip and drew back just long
enough to say, "Thought you wanted to fuck me first? Can’t do that if you
come this way," before swallowing him back down.

A torrent of Cajun patois was his answer, and Remy
pulled back almost violently, crawling backward along Logan’s body to settle
between his legs again. "You be one aggravatin’ man," he pointed out
as he slicked his cock.

"Judgin’ by this, you like an aggravating
man," Logan pointed out with a quick stroke of Remy’s erection.

"Naw, I like an easy man." The sentence was
punctuated by Remy pushing into Logan’s ass, hissing out a breath as it
squeezed down around him.

"Oh fuck yeah," Logan groaned, his body
arching and tightening before relaxing and accepting Remy. "Bub, you can do
this any time you want," he rasped.

Remy grinned at that, though his expression was tight
with need. "Tol’ you," he hissed, his hips snapping forward until he
was buried completely in Logan’s body.

"Smar’ man," Remy purred, one hand moving
to Logan’s cock and the other to his hip, urging him to move as well. Taking
the direction, Logan thrust upward, making both of them groan at the friction.

"Fit like we were made fer this," Logan
rasped as Remy ground against him, hitting his prostate, his hand tightening on
Logan’s shaft, his wrist twisting as he stroked the thick flesh in time with
his thrusts, making Logan shudder and tighten around him even more. They moved
together, perfectly in synch with one another, their mouths seeking each other
simultaneously in another kiss.

Remy’s tongue pushed into Logan’s mouth in time
with his thrusts, exploring the crevices and contours. He groaned, his body
tightening as his strokes sped up, and Logan matched him without missing a beat.
He clenched down on Remy every time he drove in, increasing the friction and
heat between them.

"Gon’—merde-" Remy gasped as he slammed
forward, his whole body shuddering as he came, his head thrown back, his eyes
closed in a rictus of pleasure.

"Gorgeous," Logan panted, riding out Remy’s
climax and waiting for him to come back to himself.

The eyes that opened to stare down at him were dark
red, and Remy drew in a deep breath before twisting his hand again. "Yo’
turn, mon ami. Lemme feel you."

A sharp gasp was Logan’s only reply as he jerked
into Remy’s hand, the other man still hard enough inside him to add to the
sensations that peaked, making him cry out wordlessly as he came.

Remy’s eyes slid closed again as he rode out the
contractions, silently urging Logan on as he stroked through the spasms, feeling
Logan’s come splatter them both.

After a few moments of silence broken only by the
sound of panting as both men tried to catch their breath, Logan finally
murmured, "You have cause to be sure of yourself."

"Tol’ you," Remy chuckled, his voice muted
and lazy with satisfaction. "You not so bad yo’self."

"Mmmhmm." Remy sprawled out on top of Logan
as he spoke, his long, lean body tangling with the older man’s as he got
comfortable, not seeming to care about the cooling semen pressed between them.

After a moment, Logan chuckled. "I’m starting
to see the attraction of teddy bears."

Remy slowly lifted his head at that, staring down at
Logan as if he was insane. "You t’ink Remy is a teddy bear? I say you be
the furry one."

"Not furry, cuddly." Logan smirked at him.

"Okay, you say you cuddly, you can be de cuddly
one."

It was Logan’s turn to stare at Remy. "Do I look
cuddly to you?"

Remy snickered at that. "You de one dat said
it."

"I said that... You know what, never mind."
Logan shook his head, still smiling. "You feel good where you are, so shut
up and let us both enjoy it."

"Mmm, smart man." Remy sprawled out again,
using Logan’s body as a pillow, and yawned. "Jes’ so you know, wakin’
me up for sex is fine—wakin’ me up for sex ten times is crazy, got it?"

Logan burst into laughter, jostling them both before
he got himself under control. "Ten times? I’m not a lion, Gumbo."

"You de one who said you had good recovery
time," Remy yawned. "Jes’ wantin’ to be sure you know de rules. If
I could do it dat much, I’d damn well try."

"Yeah, well, it’s not so much fun when your
partner starts getting raw and sore," Logan replied wryly. "And just
‘cause a guy can have sex doesn’t mean he has to have it that
instant. A few times a day is fine," he finished, watching Remy with
anticipation.

One long-fingered hand moved down to cup and squeeze
Logan’s now flaccid cock. "Dat be fine wit’ Remy."

Logan’s jaw dropped as he stared at the younger man.
"Careful there, Gumbo, or I might hold you to that... and then we’d need
to get a nice donut and wheelchair for ya."

"You t’ink sex a few times a day goan’ put me
down?"

"It sounds like we’re gonna find out. So get
your sleep like a good little mutant so you’ll be up for it when I wake you
up."

Remy chuckled against Logan’s shoulder and squeezed
his cock again, laughing again when he felt a tiny tremor in the flesh in his
hand. "You get some sleep yo’self, Logan, you be needin’ it." He
closed his eyes at that and, after a final shift in position to get comfortable,
was asleep.

It took Logan a little while longer to fall asleep,
and he lay in the darkness listening to the soft snuffling of Remy’s
breathing. It surprised him how comfortable he felt lying in bed with the Cajun;
over the short period spanned by his memory, he’d only rarely stayed in bed
with someone after getting off, and on those few occasions he’d been restless.
With Remy, however, he was completely relaxed, actually enjoying having the man
sprawled over him. A tiny smile curved his lips as he closed his eyes, gradually
drifting off into a deep sleep.

Another aspect of Logan’s healing factor was his
rapid recovery from fatigue, giving him greater than normal endurance and making
him require far less sleep than most people. Perhaps three hours passed before
he was awake again, immediately aware of where he was and the tall, lean man
enfolded in his embrace. He slowly and carefully freed himself from the tangle
of limbs and slid downward in the bed, gradually nudging Remy onto his belly and
settling between his legs. The Cajun had told him that he didn’t mind being
woken for sex, so Logan grinned briefly before making himself comfortable and
nuzzling between the firm cheeks.

"Wha?" Tousled dark hair was shaken back
from a suddenly alert face, and red-on-black eyes narrowed in the dim light as
he recognized where he was and who he was with. "So, you decided to take
Remy at his word," he murmured, squirming sensually and spreading his legs
to allow Logan easier access.

"It was like having a buffet all spread out and
waiting for me," Logan said before spreading Remy’s cheeks and licking
him.

"A buffet of gumbo?" Remy snorted before
groaning as Logan’s tongue swiped over his sensitive flesh.

"It’s become my new favorite meal," Logan
informed him, stopping just long enough to speak and then swirling the tip of
his tongue around the sensitive ring of muscle.

"Merde," Remy moaned, getting his knees
under him enough to push back against the probing tongue, the stubble rasping
against his ass making him pant in need. Enjoying the reaction, Logan continued,
varying short flicks of his tongue with long swipes, teasing Remy into increased
arousal.

"My turn, Rem, so just enjoy." Logan gave a
quick nip to one cheek before pushing his tongue against the tight muscle,
testing its resistance.

"Or what?" The question was asked with a
hint of a laugh.

"Or I’ll take my time even more."

"You are an evil, evil man. Do yo’ worst,"
Remy laughed.

Logan chuckled and did just that, teasing and playing
till Remy was panting and squirming, then just when the other man seemed ready
to do something drastic, finally forcing his tongue past the entrance and slowly
fucking him with it.

"Aw fuck yeah." Remy rested his forehead on
his fisted hands, his hips rocking shallowly against the slick pressure.

Logan’s hands held Remy’s hips, though in a grip
loose enough to allow him to move, and he continued for some time before pulling
back with a final swipe of his tongue and draping himself over the Cajun.
"Can you take me like this?" he whispered against Remy’s ear.

Remy looked back over his shoulder, the move causing
his lips to brush against Logan’s. "You sho’ you won’ go off like a
rocket if you take Remy dat way?"

"Nope, gonna be long and slow, Gumbo. I’m not
nearly done with you." Logan shifted his hips so the head of his cock
nudged against Remy’s entrance, the Cajun pushing back against it so that it
began to stretch him further.

"Jes’ remember, turn about and all dat..."
Remy’s words dissolved into a groan as Logan pushed into him, his body
fighting to tense at the nearly dry penetration. Logan stilled once he was in,
letting Remy grow accustomed to him.

"Okay, or do you want lube?" he asked, not
wanting to hurt Remy.

"No point in pullin’ out now, is dere?" A
deep breath and Remy let his body relax, allowing Logan to slide deeper into
him.

"There is if I’m hurtin’ ya, don’t wanna do
that." Without moving his lower body, much as he desperately wanted to,
Logan leaned in and bit down gently on Remy’s shoulder, causing his whole body
to twitch.

"If you don’ move, Remy is gonna be de one
hurtin’ you!"

Logan chuckled. "Pushy bottom." Before the
Cajun could reply, he started to move, drawing back with incredible slowness
until he seemed about to slip free, Remy’s body following his so as not to
lose the fullness.

"Fo’ now," he panted.

"And you do it very well," Logan assured
him, pushing forward at an equally languid pace, his hands on Remy’s hips
preventing him from moving.

Remy pushed back against the firm grip, then looked
back over his shoulder at Logan, his hair falling half-across his face. "An’
dis is where Remy say dat you a dommy top."

"Sometimes," Logan replied, leaning in to
kiss Remy. "I like it whichever way we want."

Remy’s reply was a subvocal groan as he sped up the
movements of his hand on his cock, the sounds he made growing in volume as he
shuddered, then came as Logan shoved deep within him. His spasms wrenched a deep
groan from Logan, who gripped Remy’s hips hard as he drove harder into the
yielding body beneath him. He nuzzled the back of Remy’s neck, inhaling the
scent of him, and then Logan’s teeth caught the sensitive flesh in a bite just
this side of pain as he came.

A sigh of pleasure turned to an ‘oof’ when Logan
relaxed, draping more of his weight on Remy’s back, sending his hands and
knees skidding out from under him to end up flattened against the sheets.
"Damn, boy! You one heavy weigh’," he grumbled, though the words
were tinged with laughter.

"Sorry," Logan mumbled, holding on to Remy
as he rolled, ending with him on his back and Remy lying on top of him. "Adamantium
skeleton," he explained.

"An’ here Remy though’ you jes’ ate yo’
Wheaties dis morning," the younger man chuckled as he flipped over to look
down at Logan, his eyes glinting red with amusement. "So, not dat I’m
complainin’ but what brough’ you back to N’awlins?"

Logan shrugged. "The road. I was headin’ west,
and the next thing I knew, I was driving into the city. No reason not to be
here, so I just picked a likely lookin’ bar and went in to get a drink. You
were just an added bonus." He paused, clearly considering something.
"Is that the same place we met before?"

"Oui, though it took a hell o’ a lot o’ money
to patch de place up after de last time you were dere. Dey almos’ didn’t let
Remy back in."

"Huh. Don’t remember any of that, but I guess
some part of me does. I damn near headed straight there when I got into
town."

"Mebbe you lookin’ for answers an’ you know I
have some." Remy folded his arms on Logan’s broad chest and rested his
chin on them. "Jes’ some though, you ain’t de most talkative
person."

Logan grinned slightly. "Does anyone get a chance
to be, around you, Rem?"

That earned him a glower before Remy snickered.
"It don’ take much fo’ someone to be more chattery den you, mon ami."

"Learn more listening." Logan eyed him.
"Except for those people who use chatter to distract and learn a lot more
than anyone would think they could, hmm?"

Remy blinked at that, looking totally innocent.
"What you mean by dat?" He then broke into a wicked grin and trailed a
fingertip over Logan’s chest. "Everythin’ in its time an’ place,
sometime you got to be quiet, and sometime you got to sparkle and shine."

"Yeah, and I’ll just bet you’re damn good at
sparkling and shining," Logan said with a snort. "Gumbo, you couldn’t
be nondescript..." He paused again, considering the man stretched out on
top of him. "Huh. How many people do you fool that way and then sneak in
behind? I get the feeling that underestimating you is the biggest mistake anyone
could make?"

The smile turned shark-like. "And it makes my
livin fo’ me. Dey look at you an’ know dey in for a world of pain if dey
cross you; wit’ Remy dey see the smile, and when dey check dey wallet
later, it be gone."

An eyebrow rose as Logan regarded him with interest.
"Suckerin’ the fools into playin’ cards with you isn’t enough; you
gotta steal the rest from ‘em too?" Despite the words, he sounded more
amused than judgmental.

"Only from de ones who got more money den sense
an’ you would be surprised at how many dat be." Remy seemed pleased at
his reaction and leaned in to nip Logan’s lower lip. "Stealin’ was the
firs’ t’ing I knew, an’ de skills serve me well."

Logan nodded. "I’m sure they do. And of course,
you’re good at it." Logan couldn’t imagine the Cajun not being the best
at anything he chose to do. The man’s ego wouldn’t allow it.

"You hang aroun’ a while and I be glad to show
you."

"Got no place else to be right now."

"Den we goan’ have some fun." Remy paused,
reconsidered, and chuckled. "Mo’ fun."

Logan mouthed the word "bunny" soundlessly,
staring at Remy in disbelief. A moment later, Remy found himself flat on his
back, just enough of Logan’s weight on him to prevent him from moving. "I
don’t think so!"

"An dat be for breakfast," the other man
chuckled, arranging himself over Logan’s body to get more comfortable, then
letting his eyes drift closed.

"So, what you say now abou’ Remy’s
cooking?" The question was tossed out between bites of omelet stuffed with
spicy peppers, onions, cheese and shrimp. Remy’s damp hair, courtesy of the
shower earlier that morning that had turned into him fucking Logan up against
the slick tiled wall, drooped into his face, and he shook it back before
grinning as he took a sip of chicory-laced coffee.

"Damn, I’d keep ya around just for the
cooking," Logan said appreciatively, savoring the meal. "Got any more
hidden talents?"

"Now, now, where would be de surprise if I tol’?"

Logan chuckled. "And you’re all about the
surprise, aren’t you. Good thing you’re so good at ‘em."

"All part of de package," Remy acknowledged.
"An’ you have yours, jes’ not sure what it’d take to knock dem
loose."

"Me neither, but you’re welcome to try."
Logan smiled at Remy across the table, not even wondering at how comfortable he
felt with the other mutant.

"Well, the fact that you ended up down here means
something’s still there; it just has you acting on instinct rather than
conscious thought." The clinical words were spoken without a trace of the
thick accent that usually flavored the thief’s voice.

"That’s all well and good, but it’d be nice
to know why I’m doing things or why I know some things but not others,"
Logan sighed, choosing to ignore the change in Remy’s speech patterns.
"It could be a hell of a lot worse, I know, but I don’t even know how
much I’ve forgotten, how old I am."

"The fact that some things strike a chord means
that the memories are in there, maybe they’ll just come out in time."
Remy sipped at his coffee and ate some more of his breakfast before speaking
again. "You came looking for me to tell you where the island was—the
place where Stryker was holding mutants and experimenting on them. I got the
feeling that he had done something to you, he and Creed, and you wanted payback—and
you sho’ as hell got it."

Logan frowned, rolling the names in his head, but
nothing came to him. "Stryker. Creed." He repeated them aloud, hoping
for some spark of recognition, but they had as much emotional impact as
"bread and butter". "It’s a complete blank, as if I’ve never
heard the names before," he said in frustration.

"Col. William Stryker an’ Victor Creed."
The accent was back though anger flattened the liquid sounds. "Stryker was
in charge o’ de place, and Creed was his muscle, de one sent out to round up
mutant kids an’ drag ‘em in. He was doin’ somethin’; dey always be takin’
blood samples, testin’ em. Dunno why. Din’ see no one else when I foun’
you at de end; hopefully dey buried under the rubble."

A short growl escaped Logan. "Fuck, there’s
nothing. It’s like the most important stuff is buried the deepest." Or
maybe the most painful, he thought but didn’t say.

"Anythin’ else trip memories?" Remy asked
curiously. "Been two years, you just been wanderin’ de whole time?"

"Pretty much," Logan nodded. "I keep
hopin’ somethin’ll be familiar, and sometimes it’s like there’s this
faint echo, like I’ve seen it before, but that’s it. And sometimes it’s
weird shit too. Forests, the moon, movies about the Civil War for fuck’s
sake."

Remy tilted his head to the side, his long fingers
toying with his fork. "Mebbe you jes’ not ready to remember it all
yet."

"I’d say I was, but I don’t seem to be in
charge," Logan growled, glaring down at the table for a moment. "But
at least I know I’m not totally fucked up; it’s only the old stuff that’s
gone. I haven’t forgotten anything that happened since then."

"When Remy foun’ you, you had two bullet holes
in yo’ forehead, de fact you rememberin’ anyt’ing is damn good."

"Sounds like someone really wanted me dead,"
Logan said with a faint sigh. "Guess that didn’t work out so well for
him... though I gotta wonder what the fuck happened to whoever it was."

"Dunno, Didn’ see no one aroun’ when I foun’
you—‘cept dat dead woman—so whoever he was, he was gone. Wasn’ Creed, he
don’t use guns, like to get his hands dirty."

"Don’t much like guns myself. Then again, I don’t
really need ‘em." Adamantium claws shot out of Logan’s hand in
demonstration of his point before sliding back into their sheaths.

"Remy don’ really like ‘em either," the
Cajun shrugged. "But you need to get up close an’ personal to use yo’
gifts while Remy can still be a ways off an’ bring you down."

Logan frowned curiously. "How?"

"Finish eatin’, den we go out back and I’ll
show you; no point in singein’ de kitchen."

"Singeing? Now this sounds interesting."
Logan returned his attention to his breakfast, savoring every bite despite his
curiosity.

Remy only smiled as he finished his own meal, then
carried the dishes to the sink, cleaning up the pans and plates and setting them
in a drying rack before turning back to Logan, who was finishing his coffee.
"Bien, grab yo’ shoes, and we head out back."

"I do," Remy laughed, vanishing down the
hall toward his bedroom and returning moments later fully dressed and wearing a
long black duster. "All righ’, c’mon, Lapin, Remy show you somethin’."

Mentally resolving to find a French-English dictionary
at his earliest opportunity, Logan followed Remy into the yard and sat down on
the back stoop. "Okay, Gumbo, show me what ya got."

The Cajun chuckled before flicking a card into his
right hand and holding it up. The muted red glow in his eyes flared, and the
card took on the same hue. With a quick flick of his wrist, he tossed it away, a
small detonation booming into the mid-morning quiet when it hit.

Logan pushed to his feet, narrowed eyes intent on his
prey, and his nostrils flared to catch Remy’s scent before he launched himself
at the other man, Remy dodging aside at the last minute, rolling across the
ground before springing to his feet and aiming a card at the ground in front of
Logan to distract him.

A husky chuckle filled the air as Logan simply charged
through the spray of dirt, never losing focus on Remy as the lithe mutant
twisted aside with mesmerizing grace.

Remy’s leg flashed out, tripping Logan before he
spun away, barely avoiding the swipe of the other man’s arm. Enjoying the ‘battle’,
Logan twisted and spun, the sudden change of direction allowing him to touch
Remy before the Cajun freed himself. The scent of adrenaline and arousal filled
the air as both men teased each other.

They ranged over the breadth of the ‘yard’,
avoiding moving into the moss-draped trees, Remy staying just ahead of Logan’s
grasp though it was plain that both men were holding back and the brawl was more
play than battle.

As time passed they grew breathless, but it was from
laughter rather than effort, and finally, by mutual accord, they dropped to the
grass, stretched out side by side. "Shoulda brought some beer out with
us," Logan observed.

"Dis early? Should be champagne," Remy
laughed, raising his hands over his head and stretching. "Dieu, dat felt
good."

"Yeah, don’t often find someone who can keep up
with me, never mind challenge me." Logan rolled to his side, propping his
head up on one hand and watching Remy.

"Aww, you gonna make Remy blush." The Cajun
propped himself up on his elbows and looked down the length of Logan’s body.
"How long it take you to learn to control dose claws o’ yours?"

Logan shrugged. "Don’t really know since I don’t
remember the first time. But aside from surprising the hell out of me the first
time I got pissed off enough to pop ‘em out involuntarily, it’s under my
control."

"Can’ blame you fo’ dat, a little pain can be
fun; dat would hurt a hell of a lot."

"Yeah, I’d rather stick to biting, and maybe
scratching at the right times."

In less than the time it took to blink, Remy had
flipped and was seated across Logan’s waist. "T’inking dis might be de
right time?" he asked, rubbing his thumbs over the bare skin at the neck of
Logan’s wife-beater.

"Fighting, then fucking? Damn, you really are the
perfect guy," Logan chuckled, his back arching as he thrust upward.

"Glad you think so, no better thing to do after a
good figh’ den fuck—at leas’ in my mind." One of Remy’s hands
dipped to the pocket of his coat, and he drew out a tube of lube and waved it in
Logan’s face.

"Brilliant, hot and prepared... where you been
all my life?" Logan demanded, grabbing the lube with one hand and reaching
for Remy’s pants with the other.

"Don’ matter, here now," Remy murmured,
leaning in, pushing up on his knees at the same time to give Logan easier
access, and slanted a biting kiss over Logan’s mouth, making him groan and
open to Remy hungrily.

They rolled together, never breaking the kiss, until
they were both partially bare, and Logan flipped open the lube to squirt some
over his fingers. Slick digits slid between Remy’s cheeks, stroking over his
hole while Logan looked a question at him.

"Wha’? You t’ink Remy goan’ turn all shy
virgin now?"

Logan’s snort was eloquent answer. "Thought you
might want to fuck me first this time," he explained.

"Oh damn, didn’ this mornin’ answer dat
question?" Remy started to work on the button at the waist of Logan’s
jeans. "But you can get yo’self ready."

"Kind of hard to do with my jeans on," Logan
pointed out with a smirk.

"Don’ you have no imagination?" Remy
chuckled as he backed off Logan’s body, doffing his own coat and shirt before
quickly stripping the other man out of his jeans.

"And I thought last night answered that
question." Logan watched Remy watch him as he drew his legs up and reached
down to press a finger against his own hole.

"Mmm, true, but dat coulda been an anomaly. You
do look tres beau spread out on de groun’ like dat."

"So whaddya gonna do with me?" Logan
challenged, squirming as he worked two fingers inside himself.

Remy’s smile was slow and sensual, and his gaze
never moved from where Logan’s fingers moved inside himself. "If I tol’
you, it wouldn’ be a surprise."

"Bein’ unpredictable keeps you alive."
Remy knelt between Logan’s legs at that and covered the older man’s hand
with his, not directing, just letting himself feel the movements of Logan’s
hand.

Logan’s eyes slitted open to see the expression on
Remy’s face, and his lips curved into a tiny smile. "Alive is better than
the alternative," he agreed, his breath quickening as his arousal mounted.

"Damn righ’. Now slick me up." The words
are said as Remy pulled his hand away, not physically directing Logan’s
movements at all.

Logan stared into the red-on-black eyes as he reached
for the tube again, squeezing more of the thick, slippery gel onto his fingers
and then stroking it onto Remy’s cock. "Das’ right," Remy drawled,
holding himself still and letting Logan’s hand move over him, roughly teasing
his erection. "Now hol’ yo legs back so yo’ open fo’ Remy."

A shudder of pure lust ran through Logan, and he bit
down on his lip hard enough to draw blood, though the small wound healed before
the blood droplet even fell from it. He caught hold of his knees and pulled them
out and back, opening himself completely to Remy.

"Damn, dat’s pretty." Remy had to chuckle
at that because pretty and Logan just weren’t two words that went together.
Leaving Logan to hold his legs apart, he slotted himself between them, lined his
cock up with that glistening hole, and slowly pushed inside, intending to make
the other man beg this time.

"Ahh fuck, that’s good, Rem," Logan
groaned, his head falling back as he reveled in the sensation of being filled.

"Nice an’ tight, even after earlier. I guess yo’
ass heals jes’ as fast as de rest o’ you do," Remy murmured as he
rocked slowly in and out of the clinging heat.

Logan raised an eyebrow at him and slowly clenched
down. "Tryin’ to tell me you’ll be loose ‘n sloppy?"

"Remy never be sloppy, Lapin, jes’ you remember
dat." Another slow stoke, this time one that scored directly on Logan’s
prostate.

"Glad to hear it," Logan gasped, his hips
jerking at the burst of pleasure. "’Cause we’re gonna be doin’ this a
lot."

"Sorta figured dat be de case," Remy
chuckled. "Since it seem we both be likin’ it a hell of a lot."

"Good point." Logan nodded sharply before
releasing one knee to reach for Remy and curl his hand around the back of the
Cajun’s neck to pull him down into a deep, hungry kiss, Remy’s hand moving
to the inside of his thigh and pushing, opening him wider to his possession
though the pace of his thrusts never varied even while their tongues were
sliding against each other at a frenzied pace.

Logan groaned into the kiss, knowing that the slow
thrust of Remy’s hips would keep them both at a fever pitch without allowing
them to topple over the edge. He squirmed under Remy, unable to do much else in
that position, and a distant part of his mind wondered if he was about to find
out what it felt like to die from an overload of pleasure—but what a way to
go!

"Mmm, feel good," Remy purred against his
mouth before sharp white teeth nipped along his jaw.

"Oh fuck yeah," Logan rasped, shuddering.
"Do that again!"

Remy’s laugh blew warm, damp air over the stubbled
flesh before he bit down again, this time with slightly more force though the
pace of his hips never varied.

"Den do it," Remy whispered before biting
Logan again, the move perfectly timed to a thrust that speared his prostate.

Logan’s eyes flew open, and he lurched under Remy,
his mouth opening in a howl as he came, spasm after spasm ripping through him.

Remy shuddered at the grasping convulsions around him
and the almost violent bucking beneath him before coming as well, his panting
breath hot against Logan’s ear.

"You outdid yourself," Logan said with lazy
amusement a little later. "And I’m damn glad nothing came out of the
swamp to take a bite out of us."

"I t’ink we could handle a few gators,"
Remy sighed, dragging his tongue over the damp spot on Logan’s neck before
opening an eye and focusing on the now healed skin. "Damn, can’ even mark
you," he complained without heat.

Logan sighed. "What a screwed up world. But you
turned out pretty good, Gumbo."

"You too sweet, Lapin," Remy chuckled,
plainly not bothered by the parts of his history that didn’t involve the
Island. "So, feel like goin’ to town tonigh’?"

"Sure. Got anything in particular in mind?"

"We could find a game, have a drink, have a
change of scenery..."

"Sounds good. Maybe even go to a club for a
while," Logan mused, imagining what Remy would look like on a dance floor.

Remy looked up at him at that. "You dance?"
Remy looked up at him at that.

About to say no, Logan realized that if he was
watching Remy dance, so would everyone else. "Sometimes," he said
instead.

The amusement in Remy’s expression said he plainly
didn’t believe that, but he nodded. "So let’s get cleaned up and head
into de city. You have anyt’ing else to wear ‘sides jeans and dose
wife-beaters?"

"I have a pair of leather pants and a couple of
plain white shirts," Logan answered after a moment. "That should
do."

"Mmm, dat do very well indeed," Remy purred
as he rolled out of bed and stretched. "C’mon, mon ami, clean up
den we can go an’ play."

After an appreciative stare—a man would have to be
dead not to notice Remy Lebeau stretching—Logan got to his feet as well.
"Sounds good as long as food’s in there too somewhere."

"You de one who suggested dancin’," Remy
reminded him as he stepped from the shower, slapping Logan’s ass as he passed
the other man.

"I had no idea I was creating a monster."
After a quick rinse under the showerhead, Logan turned the water off and
followed Remy out of the bathroom to get dressed.

"You sayin’ you don’ wan’ to go out?"
Remy queried as he toweled off his hair.

"Course not, I just didn’t realize how much you
did want to go out. You shoulda said something, Rem," Logan repeated.
"Just ‘cause I don’t think of going out myself doesn’t mean I won’t
if you want to."

Deciding he was as dry as he was going to get, Logan
began to work the tight black leather pants up over his legs, Remy’s eyebrows
traveling upward as the leather did.

"You t’ink Remy gon’ be complainin’ about’
wha’ we be doin’ the pas’ few days?" he asked, reaching for a deep
sapphire blue silk shirt and pulling it on before stepping into a pair of faded
black jeans.

"Well, if you do, I must’ve been doin’
something wrong," Logan laughed, squirming to settle the pants properly
while watching Remy with banked heat in his eyes.

"You ain’t no cooyon so don’ even be sayin’
dat."

"You gonna defend my honor, Gumbo?"

"You got any to defen’?"

"Good point," Logan laughed as he reached
for his shirt and shrugged into it, leaving it hanging open for the moment.
"Guess we’d better skip that then."

"Act’ly, Remy t’ink you got a lot o’
it," the younger man mused as he tucked his shirt in his pants and slid a
supple black belt into the loops.

Logan stilled for a moment and then pulled Remy into
his arms to kiss him. "Thank you," he whispered, closing his eyes for
a moment and letting his forehead rest against Remy’s.

"Fo’ what? Sayin’ de trut’?" Remy
asked, sliding a hand up to the back of Logan’s neck and kneading the tight
muscles there.

"For believing in me," Logan said softly.
Even when I don’t, he thought.

Logan gave him a narrow-eyed glare but eventually
decided that breaking Remy into pieces wasn’t conducive to a pleasant night
out. "You’re one crazy Cajun," he said, shaking his head.

"An’?" Remy asked, plainly having heard
that comment before. "Nev’ min’. C’mon, Lapin, time to eat, den we
see just how well you move."

"I’ve never had any complaints," Logan
assured him dryly, and Remy smirked back at him.

"We jes’ see abou’ dat."

The good mood and laughter lasted through an excellent
dinner and got them to a club where Remy sauntered past the line of people
waiting to get in and up to the door. The bouncer looked at him, then at Logan
and simply stepped aside, letting them through.

"I’m not sure if he was lusting after you or
afraid of me," Logan muttered as he followed on Remy’s heels.

"Do we care?" Remy asked, deftly wending his
way through the crowds, grinning back over his shoulder at Logan.

"Not especially." Logan shrugged. "I
was just wondering." He enjoyed the view as he followed Remy through the
mass of people.

"’Course he coulda been scared o’ Remy and
wantin’ you," the younger man continued, somehow moving unerringly toward
a just vacated table even though he was still looking back at Logan, dropping
gracefully into the curved velvet seating just before a group made it there.

Logan chuckled as he sat next to Remy, a single glare
at the people who had also wanted the table sending them on their way. "I
somehow find that a little hard to believe. Then again, it doesn’t really
matter, now does it, since we’re in here and he’s out there, not getting
fucked or killed."

"Da’s a very good point. You wan’ somet’ing
to drink before Remy get you on de dance floor?"

"I think I’d better," Logan agreed.
"Besides we’re going to lose this table as soon as we get up," he
pointed out.

"How ‘bout you stay here and keep de seats safe
while Remy get us drinks, hmm?"

"Sure thing, Gumbo." Logan leaned back in
the comfortable bench seat, his arms spread along the back, and watched Remy
glide through the crowd on the way to the bar. He still had no idea how Remy
planned to keep their table once they were dancing, but he was sure the Cajun’s
plan would be interesting.

The Cajun’s path to the bar and back took some time
as he was greeted by men and women alike, all of whom seemed to know him. He had
a smile and an easy word for each, and finally made his way back to the table,
handing Logan his drink before dropping down on the seat beside him, mopping his
brow theatrically. "You can go get de nex’ round."

Logan grinned at him. "You can bet it won’t
take me nearly as long. But thanks." He toasted Remy briefly with the glass
before taking a mouthful.

"Nah," Remy smiled widely before catching
Logan’s wrist and bringing his glass toward his mouth, licking the rim where
Logan’s lips had rested. Logan shuddered slightly, his eyes narrowing on Remy,
and it was only a moment before he pulled Remy into another kiss, the younger
man curling around him and ending up half-sprawled in his lap when their lips
finally parted.

"Mmm, that mean you don’ mind either?"

"What do you think?" Logan nipped at Remy’s
lower lip, giving it a quick tug before grabbing his glass and taking a deep
swallow of the rich amber liquid.

Remy tilted his head so that he could watch Logan’s
throat work as he swallowed the bourbon. "Remy t’ink he gonna be walkin’
funny come mornin’."

"How’s that gonna be different from any other
recent morning, Gumbo?" Logan chuckled, his hand running up and down Remy’s
back.

"Not my fault I can’ get you in de same
situation," Remy said, pouting outrageously and getting kissed again for
his trouble.

"Feel free to try. Even if I don’t limp the
next morning, we both enjoy the attempt."

Remy snorted at that and twisted enough to take a
drink from his glass. "If Remy try any harder, he gon’ dislocate a
hip!"

Logan choked on the mouthful he’d just taken as Remy’s
comment surprised him into laughter, and Remy mock glowered at him. "Keep
it up, Lapin."

"Weren’t you just complaining that you wouldn’t
be able to walk if I did?"

"Din’t say it wouldn’t be fun tryin’, did
I?"

"I do like the way you think," Logan
chuckled, his hand curving over Remy’s ass.

"Dat’s because you a smart man."

"Ah, so you like me for my brains." Logan
grinned at him.

"Yah," Remy chuckled, "dat’s it
exactly."

"Why doesn’t that sound sincere?" Logan
shook his head before kissing Remy again. "Okay, Gumbo, you wanted to
dance, so how’re we going to do that without losing our table?"

"You jes’ leave dat to Remy," the younger
man promised as he straightened up, finishing his drink before standing, waiting
for Logan.

Shrugging, Logan drained his glass and set it on the
table, then got to his feet. "After you then, Gumbo."

Remy stood and, smiling mysteriously all the while,
flicked a playing card into existence from a pocket. He placed it on the table,
resting his half-full glass on the corner. "All done."

"I hope you’re not expecting a lot," Logan
grumbled as he allowed himself to be towed toward the dance floor.

"Aww, you might su’prise yo’self," Remy
laughed, diving into the mass of people on the dance floor before turning and
beginning to move to the music, his gaze locked on Logan’s in a challenging
grin.

Sighing, Logan followed Remy, catching the thief’s
gaze and holding it as he allowed the music to dictate his movements. He started
out somewhat tentatively, but the throbbing beat soon drew him in, and his body
moved sensually.

Remy smirked as he eyed Logan’s movements, moving
closer to be heard over the music. "An’ you say you can’t
dance..."

Logan shrugged. "This is just moving in time with
the music. All those fancy steps though..." He shrugged again.

"What kinda dancin’ you t’ink Remy be askin’
you to do?" the younger man chuckled.

"With you I never make assumptions," Logan
retorted. "For all I knew, you could be entering us in a Latin dance
competition."

Remy roared with laughter at that and caught Logan’s
shirt, pulling him in for a kiss. "Dunno ‘bout dat, but play nice an’
maybe we can shave other t’ings."

Both eyebrows rose as Logan regarded him with
interest. "You do come up with some very intriguing ideas, Rem."

"I do try," Remy replied with false modesty,
making Logan laugh.

Still chuckling, he spun the Cajun around so his back
was to Logan’s chest and pulled him even closer, so that not even a breath of
air could fit between them as they danced. Remy slid an arm up and behind Logan’s
neck, and he tilted his head so he could look at the other man, his gaze
half-lidded and sultry. "Careful, mon ami, dis could lead to a whole
diff’r’nt type o’ dancin’."

"Isn’t that the whole point of dancing?"
Logan took advantage of Remy’s position to kiss him while his hardening cock
pressed against Remy’s ass.

Remy chuckled into the kiss, his fingers carding
through Logan’s hair as their tongues slid together. "True, dat," he
murmured when he could speak again. "We can work up a good edge, den work
it off."

"An excellent plan," Logan approved, his
hands sliding down to Remy’s hips to hold him in place as they danced, his
thumbs rubbing the hollow of Remy’s pelvis.

"But not ‘til we done dancin’," Remy
cautioned laughingly.

"I wouldn’t dream of cutting short your night
out," Logan chuckled. "But you’re going to be aching just as much as
I do."

"Dat a promise or a threat?"

"Oh, a promise. Definitely a promise," Logan
whispered against the side of Remy’s neck before biting the sensitive flesh,
the younger man letting his head fall to the side as he ground back against
Logan as he danced.

"Keep that up and I’ll find a way to fuck you
right here on the dance floor," Logan growled, a hand moving to cup Remy’s
erection.

"Dat because you know I’ll put out in de
end," Remy chuckled throatily.

"It’s one of your more endearing
qualities," Logan agreed, lightly stroking Remy through his pants, causing
the other man to squirm against him.

"What are de others?"

Logan chuckled. "Are you trying to sound like a
girl? You’re hot and I like you."

Remy paused in his dancing, raised his hand and made a
statement with a single finger, which Logan nipped and then drew into his mouth.
Remy looked back over his shoulder, then chuckled and tickled the inside of
Logan’s mouth before drawing his finger back and starting to dance again,
Logan easily following his rhythm.

Even in a club full of people dressed to attract, Remy
and Logan drew attention. Eyes followed them, bodies brushed against them, hands
trailed suggestively over them, and the occasional brave soul joined them
briefly, dancing until it became clear that was all the two men were interested
in.

Time slipped away and the hour had grown late when
Remy pulled back from a kiss to smile. "I’m t’inking it’s time to go,
hmm?"

Remy sighed loudly but groped Logan’s ass as they
walked toward the lot where they’d parked his car earlier.

"Aww, look at the fags." The words were said
as several forms broke off from the shadows at the side of a building.

"Go away," Logan growled. "I really don’t
want to waste time on you."

"Don’t want your ass kicked is more like
it," the leader scoffed.

"Y’really should listen to him," Remy said
mildly, easing away from Logan to give them both room to move, his hand delving
into his pocket as he spoke.

"You’re in for a world of hurt if you continue
with this," Logan warned, irritated at the interruption but still willing
to give them the opportunity to walk away—it would be faster.

"Like two butt-boys could take us!" the
leader scoffed as the six young men moved to circle them.

"Dis ain’ what I had in mind," Remy
grumbled before raising his head to track the movements of the others. Wan light
from the streetlight caught his eyes, and the nearest thug gasped.

"Jesus, he’s a freak as well as a fag."

A soft snick was clearly audible as Logan raised a
clenched fist, foot-long adamantium blades suddenly gleaming as they caught the
light.

"He’s not the only one."

Eyes wide, the gang hesitated, clearly torn between
ego and self-preservation. "They’re still queer little cocksuckers,"
the one who seemed to be the leader sneered, and self-preservation became a
distant memory as the youths drew closer.

Logan sighed, and his blades vanished an instant
before a powerful fist plowed into the face of the leader, his strength pulled
just enough to avoid shattering every bone in the young man’s skull. The youth
crumpled, and another pair flew backwards as the card Remy had charged hit the
ground at their feet. The remaining three men hesitated, flicking glances at
their downed friends, then took off into the night.

"Well," Remy commented, nudging one of their
would-be-attackers with the toe of his boot, "dat was a little bit o’
nothin’. Nex’ time you boys go after a fight, remember de ones you pick on
might fight back."

"At least they didn’t delay us for long,"
Logan observed, sliding an arm back around Remy’s waist as they looked down at
the erstwhile gay bashers. "And like you said, maybe they’ll think twice
next time." He nudged Remy, ready to continue on their way.

"If dey have any brains, dey will," Remy
commented, sauntering at Logan’s side toward his car and pinning the other man
up against the side of it to ravage his mouth. Logan met him with equal fervor,
his arms going around the wiry Cajun and pulling him closer so he could thrust
against him.

"Mmm, I do appreciate a man who gets turned on by
fightin’," Remy purred. "Now les’ get home an’ work on breakin’
de bed."

Logan chuckled throatily. "I really like the way
you think, Rem. But I think you’re gonna have to get off me for us to get into
the car."

"Damn, you jes’ too logical for me," Remy
grumbled good-naturedly, nipping Logan’s lower lip and rubbing against his
body before peeling off and unlocking the car doors.

"You can make me all illogical when we get
home," Logan promised, sliding into the car and across the seat to press up
against Remy’s side, a hand resting high on the Cajun’s thigh.

"We can make each other all illogical,"
Logan amended, slowly petting Remy, making the other man groan, his foot
pressing harder on the gas as they headed out of the city, finally pulling up in
front of his house where they tumbled out of the car, racing toward the door,
stumbling as they groped each other.

"You wanna keep these clothes, you better get out
of them now," Logan growled, his face buried in the curve of Remy’s
shoulder to inhale the scent of him.

"An’ if I don’?" Remy asked tauntingly.

A soft snick followed by the whisper-soft sound of
fabric falling to the ground was Logan’s response, leaving the Cajun bare from
the waist up. "Pants?"

Remy spread his legs and crossed his arms over his
chest as he met Logan’s gaze. "Don’ need em’."

"You look better naked anyhow," Logan said,
his claws making short work of Remy’s garments, leaving him naked aside from
his boots. "And already hard for me," Logan purred, the adamantium
blades vanishing with a soft snick so he could trail a finger along Remy’s
cock.

"Been dat way de whole ride back and you damn
well know it," Remy growled, managing to look graceful as he kicked out of
his boots and pulled his socks off.

Logan snickered. "It’s a good look for
you," he purred before leaning in to drag his tongue up Remy’s throat and
then bite down just hard enough for the Cajun to feel his teeth.

"Merde." The single word was more of
a groaned out exhalation as Remy grabbed for Logan’s shirt, proving that he,
too, could get rid of clothing quickly even without adamantium blades.

"Love those clever fingers," Logan murmured
against Remy’s ear, his hands exploring the lithe body and finding again all
the spots that made Remy shiver even as Remy’s hand curved around his cock,
stroking the hard length before dipping lower to tease his balls. "A
lot," Logan added with a shiver of his own. He took Remy’s mouth then,
his tongue pushing in and claiming Remy, the younger man pressing closer, his
free arm winding around Logan’s waist and tugging them as close together as
possible.

"Like you too," Remy murmured before kissing
Logan again, their tongues sliding together as he started walking them back
toward the bed.

"Works out good," Logan mumbled into the
kiss. A hand slid down to cup Remy’s ass, one finger lightly trailing up and
down the cleft between the taut cheeks.

Remy’s hand tightened around his cock in response,
though he loosed his hold before they tumbled to the bed, the air forced out of
his lungs when Logan landed on top of him.

"Mmm, I do like the way you look all splayed out
under me," Logan purred, rocking down against him. Remy arched upward,
sliding their bodies together. He worked his arm out from between them and
grabbed Logan’s ass with both hands, pulling them closer together.

"Feel better if you decide to do somethin’,"
Remy suggested broadly, hooking a leg around Logan’s hip and running his hands
over the other man’s back.

"Greedy," Logan decided, sounding rather
pleased by the fact. He gave Remy’s chin a quick nip before stretching one arm
to snag the lube off the nightstand. A moment later a hastily slicked finger was
pressing into Remy while Logan kissed him again.

"Dis ain’t tastin’ me all over," Remy
complained without heat as he clamped down on Logan’s finger.

"Hmm, good point. And I’m a man of my
word." Pressing the finger deeper, Logan slid downward to explore Remy’s
chest, licking and biting every inch.

Remy groaned, one hand tangling in Logan’s thick
hair as he felt the contrast of his sharp teeth, soft lips and coarse facial
hair move over his skin.

"Hot and spicy, just like Gumbo should be,"
Logan murmured, turning his head to rub a cheek over one peaked nipple. The move
made Remy shudder, and he squirmed against the sheets, his hand fisting against
Logan’s broad back.

"’M t’inking you have a gumbo fixation."

"And what’s wrong with that?" Logan wanted
to know as he continued his explorations, mouthing the length of Remy’s arm.
He paused every so often to blow softly on the moistened flesh, a tiny smile
curving his lips at the gooseflesh that rose in his wake.

"Not much I can t’ink of," Remy gasped,
his fist bumping slowly against Logan’s back as the other man moved down his
free arm.

Logan chuckled, a hand reaching down to stroke Remy’s
cock briefly. When he reached Remy’s hand, he pressed a kiss into the palm
before slowly sucking one finger into his mouth and giving it the best blowjob
of his life.

"Logan..." Remy’s voice was a husky moan
as he bucked upwards, his cock rubbing against Logan’s thigh.
"More..."

Logan smirked up at him before moving on to the next
finger.

"Tryin’ to kill me..."

"Just keepin’ my word," Logan mumbled
around the digit in his mouth.

Remy managed to lift his head enough to glare at him,
and Logan laughed, distracting Remy with a hand stroking his cock briefly before
moving on to the next finger.

"Sadist," Remy grumbled, letting his head
fall back to the pillows.

"Connoisseur," Logan corrected, finally
finishing with Remy’s hand and beginning to explore a leg which twitched under
the slow exploration, muscles pulling taut as Remy held himself still. Logan’s
eyes darted up to meet the red-on-black gaze, and he held it as he let Remy feel
his teeth. His own cock was rock hard, and he rubbed against the bed briefly.

Remy’s breath left his chest in a rush that was
given voice as a moan, and his whole body bucked upward. Need burned in his
gaze, and his own teeth closed down on his lower lip before letting it slip
through their grip. "Encore, plus," he gasped, and Logan
chuckled throatily before placing another bite below the first in the meaty part
of Remy’s thigh.

"Taste good," he said in a raspy purr,
dragging his tongue over the "wounds."

"Feel good," Remy sighed, his eyes closing
to narrow slits as his hands kneaded the sheets, the wet trail of Logan’s
tongue soothing the sting of the bites.

"Mmm, I could make a meal of you, Rem,"
Logan murmured, sitting back on his heels for a moment to admire the sight of
the lean Cajun spread out for him, dark auburn hair tangled against the pillows
and sweat glistening as Logan enjoyed him.

Remy only groaned in response, the muscles of his leg
twitching under Logan’s sensual assault. Logan continued until he’d covered
every inch of the front of Remy’s body except for his cock and balls, and then
he rolled the Cajun onto his belly and started again on his back.

By this point Remy could only whimper and writhe
against the sheets, every shift in position rubbing his engorged cock against
the material and driving his arousal even higher.

"Mmm, pretty," Logan murmured just before
his tongue flicked over Remy’s hole. The younger man whined, and his hips
bucked forward and back before his legs splayed open even wider, offering
himself up. Logan caught hold of Remy’s hips, holding him still as Logan
licked and probed, slowly opening him and savoring the sounds Remy made.

"Logan, please," Remy moaned.

Unable to resist that plea, Logan surged upward,
covering Remy’s body briefly as he grabbed for the lube and hastily slicked
himself. It was only seconds later that he was pressing against the yielding
muscle and slipping inside Remy, the Cajun moaning and struggling to get lax
muscles to move to pull his arms and legs under him and push up off the
mattress.

"Fuck yeah, that’s good," Logan rasped,
pulling Remy up and wrapping an arm around his waist. Remy gurgled out something
that might have been an answer and tightened down around him, his head falling
back to rest against Logan’s shoulder. One fist tangled in Remy’s hair,
holding his head in place as Logan took his mouth, claiming him in every way
possible while Remy writhed against him, moving as much as Logan’s grip
allowed, one hand rising to close around his cock and jack it in time with Logan’s
thrusts.

Logan growled softly every time his hips drove upward,
and he drew back from the kiss briefly to catch Remy’s lower lip between his
teeth, biting down before soothing the sting with a flick of his tongue.

"Fuck," Remy gasped, his breath gusting into
Logan’s mouth. "Merde, Lapin, gonna—can’t..." His whole
body tensed as pleasure tore through him, and he came, clenching around Logan’s
cock. Logan shuddered through Remy’s spasms, and when they ebbed, pushed the
Cajun flat to drive into him hard and fast, again and again until he came as
well, Remy’s name falling from his lips in a low, guttural cry.

Some time later, after his brain reengaged, Remy
chuckled. "Feel free to lick Remy any time you wan’."

Logan laughed and stroked Remy’s back, having rolled
to his back and pulled Remy on top of him. "You might become my favorite
snack."

"Dat be a terrible thing," Remy sighed,
"migh’ never survive."

"I’ll be sure to feed and water you,"
Logan snickered.

"Remy ain’ no pet."

Dark eyebrows rose over an amused gaze. "Then why’re
you purring as I pet you?"

"Fuck you, Logan," Remy grumbled though
there was no heat in his words.

"Glad to hear it." Logan grinned at him.
"Though I think I already had the proof."

"Like you needed it."

"It’s always fun."

Remy chuckled at that. "Dat be life wit’ Remy."

Logan smiled faintly. "It’s certainly never
boring."

"See, Lapin?" Remy laughed as they walked
out of a bar and into the sultry heat of the New Orleans night. "Jes’
like takin’ candy from a baby."

Logan shook his head. "I think you enjoy that
more than sex."

"Naw," Remy snickered, slinging his arm
around Logan’s shoulders, "jes’ about equal though. It jes’ depen’..."
His voice died away when he saw a group of men ahead of them, silhouetted under
a street light.

Following Remy’s gaze, Logan frowned and put a
little space between them, separating them as targets. "Friends of
yours?"

"Family," Remy said tersely.

Logan’s eyebrows rose sharply. "None of you
look particularly happy about the meeting."

"Remy." The older man at the head of the
group stepped forward, his graying brown hair catching the yellowish light.
"We’ve reached an accord."

Catching the hesitation, Logan glanced sharply at his
companion, but he remained silent, waiting to find out what was going on.

"Yes, mon fils. It is as I warned
you."

"Oui," Remy nodded, sounding
resigned. "May I have this one last night?"

The stranger, who apparently was Remy’s father,
looked from Remy to Logan and frowned slightly, but after a moment, he nodded.
"I did warn you, Remy."

"And I agreed to it. I won’t dishonor the
guild, Papa."

"C’est bien. Tomorrow then."

The elder Lebeau took a step back and seemed to fade
into the shadows, his companions vanishing with him. Logan watched the shadows
for a long moment, even his senses barely able to catch a hint of their scent or
the sound of their passing. After a moment, he shrugged slightly and returned
his attention to Remy.

"Something you want to tell me, Gumbo?"

"Le’s walk, Lapin, an’ Remy tell you a story,
okay?" Remy asked.

"I’ve always loved a good story."

They walked along in silence for a time until they
reached a quieter portion of the Quarter, and then Remy began to speak.
"Remember how I tol’ you I was raised a thief?" At Logan’s nod, he
continued, "Dey gave me to de guild when I was born; de white devil dey
called me, an’ supposedly I was suppos’ to unite de guilds, de thieves an’
de assassins. Befo’ Stryker caught me, my father was negotiatin’ to arrange
a marriage wit’ de daughter o’ de head o’ de assassin guild. Dat fell
apart when I vanish, and since I came back, dey been tryin’ to straighten it
out again.

Remy drew in a deep breath and let it out as he turned
to look at Logan, his red-on-black eyes unreadable in the darkness. "Known
Bella Donna a long time. It’s been... yeah, Remy be gettin’ married."

Logan took a step back. "Ya never thought that
might be a good thing ta mention before we fell inta bed?"

"Didn’ t’ink it was gon’ happen. ‘Sides,
thought you and I—at de beginnin’ thought it was gon’ be a quick fuck an’
dat’s it."

Logan glared at him for a moment longer before the
breath left him in a deep sigh. "Yeah, it was. But it’s not, and that’s
why..." He broke off with an unhappy sound, a hand reaching up to stroke
Remy’s cheek briefly before falling back to his side. "Damnit, Rem."

"Dat about de size of it," Remy sighed,
turning an aborted reach for Logan’s hand into running his hand though his own
hair.

Logan looked at him for a long moment before fisting a
hand in Remy’s hair and pulling him in for a short but thorough kiss. Then he
forced himself to let go and step back, his hands clenched at his sides. "I
should get my stuff from your place."

"Logan—" Remy’s voice broke, and he
swallowed harshly before nodding. "Yeah, you can stay de night if you like,
plenty o’ bedrooms."

A bitter smile twisted Logan’s lips. "Not
really a good idea, Remy. I’ll be headin’ out as soon as I pack up."

Remy nodded sharply at that and started walking again,
heading back the way they came. "You need anythin’?"

A harsh bark of a laugh rang on the night air. "Nothin’
I can have."

"If der was any other way..." Remy began
before shrugging. "It’s been fun, yeah?"

"Yeah. If... Yeah." Logan shoved his hands
in his pockets and followed behind Remy.

"You take care of yo’self," Remy said as
he watched Logan zip up his duffle.

"You too," Logan said, turning to face him.
"I’ll be pissed if I hafta come back here to avenge you."

"Nothin’ gon’ happen to Remy; everyone love
him, remember?" Remy paused for a second then pulled Logan into a hug,
slipping something into his pocket before he let go. "Any idea where you
headin’?"